Xion stared into those dark, smoldering eyes, so dangerously close to him that he could even count those silver eyelashes.
A bead of sweat rolled down despite the freezing cold, tracing the curve of his slender neck. Darius' gaze followed it with the sharp focus of a predator.
Before it disappeared entirely, the Archduke leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Xion's feverish skin. His tongue swept over the damp trail in a lazy, long lick, sending a jolt of fire through Xion's veins.
A soft gasp slipped past his trembling lips before the flustered healer could stop it. Heat surged through him, instincts screaming for him to move, to pull away. But he couldn't.
Not when he was practically sitting on Darius' lap!
His knees were on either side of the Archduke's thighs, straddling him, their faces so close that Xion could feel the brush of breath every time Darius exhaled.
But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh, not even close.
